There are people who live for love,
are people who live to give,
are people who survive by leaving the herd to pass, go,
observing what is happening in their corner, not
mistrusting nothing, forgetting all the cracks initiated by fate ...
Why? For whom? until what? Hoping that?
Y has one somewhere who believe that everything will be fine, that everything
follow his path, they can surely
miss anything
while the train passes under their noses, their
what is beautiful hand
slowly but surely, to distant lands ...
mistrust? laziness? false hopes? false beliefs?
Y who are always thirsty, but they are given bread,
those who do not need a helping hand
believers follow the right path,
passing next to many things,
know what brings them out of their daily
yes! sometimes it's good to change his hum drum ...
ignorance? bad luck yes, surrender
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